She had looked so beautiful in her dancer’s costume and even more so when she moved while sober. She had tried to steal glimpses of Allison when the... mobbed her and handed her a drugged her drink. Thoughts and flashes of memory were coming back to her. Thoughts and memories that had more truth than her ‘boss’ did. It was a confusing jumble, but Bethany knew that she felt some kind of closeness with Allison. She knew that she didn’t want to see what they were going to do to Allison. But still. I have already described mine. It was a beautiful silk, laced and brocaded, cut sufficiently low in the front to begin to show the valley of my bosom, and much lower in the back. Siobhan’s dress, also made by Mrs. Foraker so that we did not clash, was designed so that Siobhan did not outshine me on this glorious day. This was her idea, not mine, for I had never felt the least twinge of jealousy towards my friend and only wished her the very best of fortune. She was a dear, however, simply. So long as it wasn't back to George's room, I didn't care. I didn't want to see that bastard's face ever again.Eventually, the elevator stopped again. Ann grabbed me by the shoulder and tried to lift me to my feet. I guess I must have found my feet, because I stumbled down the hall after her, but at the same time I realized just how much pain my ankle was in. It was starting to throb. Ann pulled out her keys and unlocked a door, pushing it open and putting her arm around my shoulder. Dimly, I. That evening we all three packed up and went to go dogging. Loni thought that I should stay back with Mary and she would jack off a couple of guys and we could call it good, maybe have Mary drink some and we could come home and Mary would go to bed and we could come back and get after some serious dogging for an hour or so. Mary and I watched as Loni went to meet her friend and several men came up and the fun started. Loni had a cock in each hand and was jacking them off. Her friend was.